Here's Prompt #3! It's a silly one :3
Prompt: Emma finds Hook's old navy uniform in the back of his closet and has a serious problem with the pants. She lets him know.
"Killian, what is this?"
There's a brief second of surprise on his face but then it's gone and before she knows what's hit her, Killian is marching across the distance between them and reaching to snatch the offensive object out of her hands. He may be fast, but she's faster and she manages to pull it just out of his grasp and put it behind her back at the same time his hand closes around the space the object had been occupying previously.
They've been cleaning out the Jolly Roger all day; sifting through centuries of piles of items he's collected through the years in an effort to get ready for his move into her apartment. From rare artifacts, that practically crumble as soon as you look at them, to bits and pieces of women's clothing that seem to obviously been left behind in the cabin (Killian at least has the decency to look somewhat ashamed when Emma stumbles across a particularly skimpy bra). However, it is this particular item found stowed away in the very back of his wardrobe that seems to bring out such a response in him.
Emma pulls it from behind her back, making sure to once again keep it just out of snatching range, and inspects it further. It's really not that much and she can't figure out why this would elicit such a passionate response from him. It's just a white cotton shirt, pants, and vest combo that go along with a dark blue blazer, golden epaulets shining on the shoulders. It's something that would've been normal in anyone else's (well anyone else from the Enchanted Forest, that is) closet but in Hook's almost exclusively black wardrobe, it sticks out like a sore thumb. Emma's brow furrows in confusion, "Wait… is this a navy uniform?"
She can tell by the look in his eyes and the way he lurches forward in an attempt to take it from her again that she's guessed correctly. Her hand shoots out to land on his chest to try to put some distance between them as a smile breaks out across her face, "Oh my God, it is! What in the world are you doing with this?"
Noticing that taking the item by sheer force isn't going to work, Killian changes his tactics. He quickly stops struggling and brings his hand up to wrap around the one she's placed on his chest. He lowers his voice until it's more like the seductive nonchalant lilt she's used to, "It's nothing. Must've been left behind by a prisoner or something. Just hand it over and we'll throw it away with the other stuff." It's a desperate attempt to distract her but it doesn't work. Not this time. She can tell by the blush climbing up his neck and spreading to his cheeks that this isn't just some random uniform.
"Oh no. No way, if this was just some random prisoners uniform, how did it end up in here and why would you have kept it?" She smirks and meets his imploring gaze head on.
They merely stare at each other for a while, laughing green meeting frustrated blue in a battle of pure stubbornness.
Killian is the first to break and he drops his head down to his chest with a frustrated sigh and mumbles something incoherently.
"I'm sorry but I didn't quite catch that. Care to repeat? A little louder this time."
Looking up at her from behind his bangs, he continues, "It's mine."
Emma can't help herself anymore and lets out the laugh that's been bubbling in her chest since she found the uniform. "You're telling me Killian Jones, Mr. Pirate Extraordinaire, was once a prim and proper officer-"
"Lieutenant, actually."
"-whatever, in the Navy? I have got to see this. Quick! Go put it on!" She shoves the clothing into his arms, turns him around and pushes him towards the ornate clothing screen in the far corner of the room so that he can have some kind of privacy.
"Oh love, come on really? That was a long time ago! It probably doesn't even fit me anymore! Let's just throw it out," he protests but still doesn't fight her and goes behind the screen nonetheless.
Emma just lets out another a small laugh and goes to stand in front of the screen. He grumbles about it the entire time he's changing, letting out a barrage of "bloody hell" and curses with each article of clothing he changes into. She can tell by the way the grey v-neck shirt and jeans she'd talked him into wearing this morning fly over the top of the screen that he is genuinely frustrated by this whole affair but she doesn't really care. It's not everyday that she gets to the fearsome Captain Hook flustered.
"Do I really have to do this, love?" She can see the shoulders of his silhouette move on the screen as he heaves out a great sigh.
"Yes. You really have to do this. Now come on out!" She yells back.
As soon as he comes to stand in front of the screen, all she can think of is Ralphie coming down the stairs in his pink bunny outfit in A Christmas Story. Hook has the same exact expression of shame on his face and Emma can't help but let out a little chuckle.
"Well, it's certainly not the worse thing I've ever seen," she comes up and slides her hands over his shoulders and up until they meet at the nape of his neck, fingers running through the ends of his hair. His arms immediately come to wrap around her waist and pull her closer, until they're chest-to-chest and nose-to-nose. There's still a small smile on her face, because honestly it's still kind of funny to imagine him as any thing other than the swashbuckling rogue she's fallen in love with.
Killian looks down at himself, then draws his eyes back up to hers and smiles, "I told you it was ridiculous."
Emma steps back just far enough that she can further inspect his outfit but doesn't have to worry about breaking their embrace. It's not that bad, certainly not as ornate or well made as his other outfits but that's to be expected. The pants are really the worst part about the whole ensemble, baggy in all the wrong places and practically hanging off his hips since it seems he's lost his baby fat since he wore them last.
Snuggling back into his embrace, she lets out a contented hum, "It's not ridiculous. The pants are really the worst part."
"So we can rid of them then?" he replies, leaning his head down to nuzzle her neck and leave a burning trail of kisses down her skin. She knows exactly what he's trying to do and damn him, it's working.
Rolling her head back to give him better access, she smirks. Two can play at this game. "Yes. In fact, I think we should get rid of them right now."
Before she can ever let out a surprised yelp, he's lifted her up so that he legs are wrapped around his waist and is marching backwards towards his bed.
Needless to say, it takes another day or two for them to finish cleaning out his ship.
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